Chapter 89 The Envelope In The Desk Drawer

• That afternoon I went to see my mother.
• I hadn't planned to. I had planned to go to the office, to bury myself in something that required no emotional excavation, something with numbers and contracts and the comforting tyranny of deadlines. But I found myself in the car, telling Derrick to take me to her house instead, and I didn't examine the decision too closely because I suspected if I did, I would talk myself out of it.
• She opened the door before I had finished knocking.